Novel & Cerita Elena Gallagher Lopez

"I don't know the first thing about being a father. I wasn't expecting this." "You're not doing it alone, you'll learn as you go along. Don't make a mistake and run away from this."Eoin stood from his chair and picked up the files. "You're lucky you know, Penelope is a great little girl." I looked up at Eoin in surprise, after hearing the name."Penelope?" "That's what Jamie called her, after your mother. I should get back to work, Don't drink too much."He walked out of the office and back to his.

He had never known that her smile could look like this. It was like a spring breeze, summer sunshine, and like a light from another world that he could never reach. "Where is she?" Lorenzo's voice trembled. Antonio shook his head. "We couldn't find her. That photo was taken two months ago. After that, she disappeared again. Guillermo Lucia is secretly protecting her. We can't break through." Lorenzo pressed the photo to his chest and closed his eyes. He could lose his family, his wealth, and his power, but he didn't want to lose Elena—even though he knew he had never truly had her.

Because it meant someone was playing a longer game. “She smiled at me,” I murmured. “Like she knew something.” “She probably did.” I stood and crossed to him, pressing my hands to his chest. “Then we figure it out. Together. Okay?” His hands came up, holding my waist. “Together,” he echoed. I leaned into him. “We don’t run anymore.” He kissed me—slow and deep. “No. We fight.” Michael called an hour later. “I know who she is,” he said without preamble. “Her name’s Elena Varas. Ex-intelligence. She went dark three years ago. Off the grid. Word is she’s a freelancer now—surveillance, blackmail, extraction. High-end only.”

Elana studied them before she turned to the woman on her other side who looked much cooler than the rest who wanted to fuck Lebron on the dance floor at that moment. "Who is she?" The woman saw where she pointed and turned to Elana in shock and surprise. "You don't know who Liliana Is? What planet are you from?" Elana held back her anger from being offended by her question and held back the urge to snap her neck before insistingly pointing at the area where the two had sat down now, surrounded by guards. "Just tell me who she is… I'm new here.. " "It doesn't matter if you're arriving in this city right now. If you know Lebron, you'll Liliana. She's nicknamed the fashion goddess because she o

— Luciana knew that they were talking about the little girl. —Well, that makes me very happy, I think you already know most of them, so before starting the meeting, I'm going to introduce you to my beautiful daughter, the person in charge of the company, Luciana Brown, honey, this is Santiago O 'Brien — Santiago smiled as he finally knew who the beautiful woman was and extended his hand.

he says. I raise an eyebrow, crossing my arms. “What? I’m his. Call him if you don’t believe me,” I challenge, praying Kael plays along. The guard shakes his head, unconvinced, but makes the call. “Hello, sir. There’s a lady here claiming to be your girlfriend. Shall I let her…What’s your name, miss?” “Elara Dela Vega.” “Elara Dela Vega, sir,” he says. “Yes, sir.” He hangs up.

She dropped the note and stood up trying to pull herself together. Elena is the oldest daughter of Mr. Alcantara, a petite slim girl with thick curly wave hair that framed her delicate oval face, her Hazel Green eyes were a mixture of Doe and siren but they were not as innocent as her, she had a nice pointed nose, slim heart shape lips, and a nice thick slim shape, her body was the dream of every lady including her best friend and men were not an exception.

"So, who was in my penthouse, Marcus?" "Layla has a twin," Marcus said, swiping the screen to show a grainy DMV photo. "Elena Vance. She’s a freelance graphic designer. No criminal record, no debt to Silas Vane, and almost zero digital footprint. She doesn't attend galas. She doesn't do 'lifestyles of the rich and famous.' She lives in a studio apartment in the East Side." Julian leaned over the desk, his eyes fixated on the photo. It was a sterile, poorly lit shot, but the eyes were unmistakable. They were the same wide, expressive eyes that had looked at him with such raw honesty through the silver filigree.

she repeated, surprised. Elena nodded, tense, waiting for Ms. Jessica's answer. "Oh, Miss Hazel with the brown eyes, yes!" Ms. Jessica said enthusiastically. Elena grew more excited, nodding emphatically. "Oh, she comes here often, but I'm not sure what she does for work," Ms. Jessica explained, which made Elena frown again. "Huh, what do you mean, ma'am?" Elena asked, confused. "Well, they say she's a secret agent, miss!" Ms. Jessica said, now speaking in the fluent style of women her age.

“I…” But Chelseawas not deterred. “Elena is right. You shouldn’t be with someone like her, Javier. You don’t even know the kind of person she is. I hired a private investigator, but there is no Melissa Brooks who fits her profile. So how do you know she’s not some con woman out to take advantage of you and Lucy. She could be a murderer!” “If I were a murderer, you might be the next to bite it, Chelsea. So, watch what you say,” I warned her with a wink.